CEO, Let's Get Married

The cup in his hand was very warm. An Rong gently lowered his head and said nothing, but the radian of his lips was spreading.

Misha pushed him. "Go out and wait first. You can have dinner soon."

An Rong went out, looked back and looked at her again, "just now..."

Misha blinked. "Just now? What happened just now?"

Seeing her reaction, an Rong also smiled, "it's all right."

Looking at his back, Misha breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the guy didn't say she was cheeky. If so, she really considered putting some arsenic in the soup

Sitting in front of the table and seeing the spare ribs soup in the middle, an Rong raised his eyebrows. Misha filled him a bowl and sent it to him. "Well, it's very mended."

"Thank you." Anrong picked up the spoon and took a sip. It tasted very delicious.

The rest of the morning couldn't help it. He filled a bowl and snored, "Wow! It's good!"

Misha smiled, "don't just drink soup, eat more dishes."

"Uh huh."

Yu Yi picked up his chopsticks and ate happily regardless of his eating appearance.

Anrong just drank some soup and didn't eat much. Misha saw in her eyes that his current physical condition was still somewhat reluctantly.

After dinner, Misha kicked Yu Yi to the kitchen and cut out the fruit. She relaxed and sat on the sofa, holding a pillow in her arms and lying on her side watching TV. An Rong sat not far away with a computer on his knee. He didn't know what he was looking at. He was so absorbed.

Did the commander give him an order? Or, the internal secrets of the mercenary corps?

Misha's beautiful eyes closed, got up and stretched. Then she walked slowly and deliberately came behind Anrong. She glanced at the screen. She could only see that it was a pile of forms written in Khmer documents. Misha couldn't even understand a symbol. She turned around in chagrin and walked around again, but she still got nothing.

After pouring a glass of juice, she picked it up and strolled around while drinking. She saw that an Rong switched the screen again, as if it were an email written in English. Misha came to the spirit, she slowed down again and walked behind him

At this time, Anrong raised his head and looked at her with his side eyes.

"Cough..." Misha immediately turned her eyes and sat back on the sofa.

An Rong smiled gently, "if you want to know something, just ask me directly. You can't understand these things."

Peeping was also exposed on the spot. Misha's cheek turned unnaturally red and muttered, "it's so generous. Even if I ask you, you don't necessarily say it."

"That's not necessarily." Anrong put away his notebook and put it aside. His eyes were facing her, "what do you want to know?"

Misha rolled her eyes, put down her glass, sat up straight, looked at him and asked, "what position do you... Have in the mercenary corps?"

An Rong raised his lips and leaned against the sofa. "Commander... Is my teacher."

Misha raised her eyebrows, so he was the commander directly into the core of power.

She crossed her legs, looked at him and asked curiously, "I've always been very strange. You're Rafi's son. Your family has endless money and its own armed forces. Why do you run to join any mercenary regiment?"

An Rong's eyes dropped again and said in a moment of silence, "the only fact I admit is my identity. In addition, the rest has nothing to do with me. As for joining the mercenary corps, it's also to repay a kindness."

Misha's heart was cold. She noticed that Anrong was extremely indifferent when he mentioned his family. She knew that she might have touched on other people's privacy and immediately cut off the topic, "Er, who do you owe? Commander?"

An Rong nodded, "he saved my life."

"Oh ~ no wonder." Misha now understood why Anrong would leave his young master to do such a dangerous thing with the commander. Then, she asked carefully, "what about... Tulie? Isn't he your big brother? Why..."

Misha has always wondered about this matter. Her previous impression of him just stayed at the "enemy" stage. Therefore, no matter how unscrupulous an Rong did, she could accept it. But it would be different. He not only took her in, but also lied to the commander for her. His intuition thought that he should not be a man who would design to kill his brother.

An Rong spilled an ambiguous smile and said quietly, "if I said I didn't feel anything about killing him, would you say I was cold-blooded?"

Misha was stunned. Unexpectedly, he would answer so naked and so calm.

She narrowed her eyes, made a calm voice and shook her head, "you are not cold-blooded, you are cruel."

"Ha ha," Anrong chuckled, for her honesty.

He said, "growing up in such an environment is cruel, which is one of the survival skills. If I don't kill him, the last person to die will be me." looking at her, he said, "do you think his scorpion army is just a decoration? From the beginning, getting rid of me is his goal."

Misha was silent. She really didn't understand that there was no family relationship between them, only life and death brothers. From the age of six, there was only mien in her world. He spoiled her and protected her. He gave her the best, so that she didn't have time to consider the outcome of various assumptions. Now I think her world is too simple.

For a long time, she said, "he's your eldest brother. You can get rid of him without blinking. For you, I'm just an ordinary stranger, or even a person from your hostile camp. Why... Do you want to help me?"

An Rong raised his eyes, and the light flashed across them, similar to peace.

"Maybe it's because you didn't hide yourself too much."

Misha frowned. She didn't understand. What's the answer?

At this time, Yu Yi came over, "young master, it's time to take medicine."

"Yes."

Neither of them continued to talk. Anrong took the pill and ate it. Misha watched quietly all the time. She suddenly asked, "what's wrong with you?"

An Rong's expression stagnated and soon recovered.

Yu Yi stood behind him and waved to Misha desperately. He didn't want her to ask.

It seems that it will touch his pain.

Misha also regretted when she asked. She quickly explained, "well, you must know visa. His medical skills are very excellent and should be able to help you."

An Rong slowly hooked his lips and smiled, "it's useless."

He spoke casually, but his eyes were dim.

Yu Yi could not help but hang his head and looked a little depressed.

"Why?" Misha asked, "visa is really powerful. Even the incurable disease can be cured. There must be nothing hard to beat him!"